Yang Yuheng looked at her faintly, but the aura all over his body had a permeable feeling.
Jian Xing's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously wanted to take her hand out, but she couldn't move.
"You...what are you doing?"
Jian Xing looked at him in astonishment, suppressed the panic in her heart, and whispered: "If you have something to say, don't do anything!"
"Why don't you want to leave with me?"
Yang Yuheng looked at her deeply, but his tone was a bit cold: "Are you just trying to be angry?"
"I'm not angry."
Jian Xing paused for a moment and looked straight at him: "Don't you think the gap between us is too big? I used to be ignorant and thought about things too naively, but in the past year, I have thought a lot, we...
…hiss, it hurts…”
Before Jian Xing finished speaking, Wan's hand hurt, causing her face to wrinkle and she couldn't help but let out a low cry.
Yang Yuheng's stern face showed a trace of stiffness, and his hand relaxed a lot, but he still did not let go of her hand.
That night:
"That's not true. I just feel that Jian Xing's death is too advantageous for her! Otherwise, she would be our best weapon."
Yang Yuheng called Jian Xing gently, but found that she showed no sign of waking up.
All because she wanted to get what her grandfather left to her!
Suddenly, she sat up and reached out to wipe her sweat, looking a little confused.
"Yeah, why didn't I think of that?"
At this time, there was a slight knock on the door, and Jian Chen walked in with a basin of cold water.
But he didn't expect that it turned out that he had a high fever for no apparent reason.
After saying that, he let him go and walked towards the bed.
"Xingxing, are you okay?"
"Wake up and take the medicine?"
As the voice faded away, anger and hatred gradually surged into Jian Xing's blank face.
"Brother, I understand."
However, she was greeted with silence.
Fortunately, Jian Xing was very cooperative. After swallowing the medicine, he drank some water.
Jian Chen looked nervous and even more worried: "Why did you suddenly have a fever?"
Jian Xing looked stunned, blinked, and looked at him doubtfully: "What's too late?"
Yang Yuheng wrung out a towel in cold water, put it on Jian Xing's forehead, and observed her expression.
But she got the medical book, so what the hell is the map?
Yang Yuheng was woken up by a voice beside him.
No, she had to go outside to get some fresh air.
However, this high fever comes and goes quickly. After all, it must be said that her physical fitness is maintained well, right?
After a slight pause, he had no choice but to walk out of the room and look for Jian Chen and the others.
No, she has to take a shower first.
Jian Chen was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Although you are a couple, he is still very attentive."
Jian Xing was slightly startled, thinking of the washbasin and towel beside the bed, and frowned slightly. Could it be that he helped her physically reduce the fever?
Yang Yuheng glanced at Jian Chen and said slowly: "Don't forget, I am a doctor."
Otherwise it would be really uncomfortable.
Jian Chen: "..."
Seeing that her brows gradually relaxed, her expression also relaxed a lot.
However, just when she was at a loss, the scene changed!
"Damn it, Jian Xing is dead, why can't you find the map and medical book?"
Why do you feel like she got on a pirate ship by mistake?
Jian Xing felt agitated and looked at someone who was going to bed to rest, with black lines all over his face.
"You go and rest, leave this place to me."
"Okay, let's leave here first and see if we can find any other clues."
Jian Xing stood in an empty place, unable to see clearly where she was, but she only knew that she had a belief in her heart that she wanted to find her grandfather.
The next second, the corner of his lips curled up slightly, half-smiling: "But don't you think it's too late to say this now?"
Why are you covered in sweat?
However, when his eyes fell on the sleeping figure beside him, his expression was a bit confused and complicated.
"Why, do you regret it?"
"He took care of you last night, you should thank him properly."
He looked at her forehead and found that her fever had gone down quite a bit and her mood was no longer so tense.
Damn it, she has a high fever!
Suddenly, he sat up and looked around, finding that there was nothing in the room.
When Yang Yuheng saw this, he didn't care what he said to her. He stuffed the medicine into the corner of her mouth and handed the water glass to her.
"Be good, take the medicine."
This star has such a big heart!
"Where is Yang Yuheng?"
After a slight pause, he let out a breath and said with a faint smile: "Hey, stop making trouble, this is what we will do in this life, don't even think about escaping, let alone escape."
Yang Yuheng felt relieved when he saw that she had taken the medicine.
Through a ray of light coming from the window, Yang Yuheng saw large beads of sweat on Jian Xing's forehead. His expression seemed to be very painful and entangled, and his mouth opened and closed without knowing what he was mumbling.
After a slight pause, he slowly lay down next to her.
When Jian Xing slowly woke up, she found that her whole body was sticky and very uncomfortable.
Seeing her confused look, Yang Yuheng felt like there was a suffocation in her heart, which was very depressing.
"If the old man hadn't been pestering her, we wouldn't have killed her."
All she knew was that she seemed to have had a nightmare, and it was a dream from a previous life.
Jian Chen paused for a moment, then nodded: "Well, thank you for your hard work." Then he walked out of the room.
"ah?"
"ah?"
Jian Xing was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at her forehead: "It's okay!"
When he came back, he had a box of antipyretics and a glass of water in his hand.
But when I saw that everything was desolate, I felt panic and helplessness in my heart.
The next day.
Jian Chen looked at Jian Xing and his expression changed slightly: "Aren't you having a fever? Why did you run to take a shower?"
At this time, Jian Xing woke up in a daze and looked at him blankly, but said nothing.
Subconsciously, Jian Xing's hands clenched tightly. If possible, she must make them pay the price...
In this way, he helped her change the cold towel again and again until midnight.
"Grandpa...Grandpa..."
In desperation, he had no choice but to lift her up and continue to wake her up: "Xingxing, wake up quickly. You have a fever and you must take medicine."
"He's still sleeping!"
Yang Yuheng's heart skipped a beat, and he reached out to her forehead, his expression suddenly changed.
In the dream, she seemed to have returned to her original home.
Jian Xing had a nightmare for no reason.
Jian Xing's eyes widened in disbelief. Did she hear something wrong?
Unexpectedly, her death was not an accident, but planned by the people closest to her.
"How can I reduce the fever physically?"
Bah, bah, bah, what are you thinking about!
However, when she came out of the shower and was about to go back to her room, she saw Jian Chen walking out in a hurry.
Jian Xing nodded knowingly: "It's still early, why don't you go and rest for a while?"
"No, I'm used to getting up early."
Jian Chen smiled gently: "As long as you're fine, go back and have a rest."
Looking at Jian Chen walking out, Jian Xing paused briefly and returned to the room.
